I have owned 3 black cats – Kaiser, Monty and Solly, though Kaiser (the first and now sadly deceased) was a very stylish tuxedo model. Black cats never go out of fashion.
The thing about a Hobart winter is that when the sun’s out it can be quite pleasant, but any sort of impediment to direct sunlight is a ticket for instant hypothermia.
This is a memory of Kaiser when he used to catch a few rays in the sparser months. The low winter sun would cause long patches of light to angle through the window and when it had moved far enough so over 50% of his fur was no longer in sunlight, this was exactly his expression before, with a baleful look at the sky, he’d move himself to the leading edge, turning about three times to get resettled. Tough life.
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